in my hand a, weathered note I've read so manytimes, and far too long what is it bout heart ache, that consumes you hate it somuch, but you, just can't ignore it what am I doing sitting here alone it's that wich is so indecent I'm not to be loved It weighs on me always, for days at a time I live in the dream that you're coming back knowing hopes useless, i'm better off faithless than beilieving in something, that you know, means nothing caring for someone who don't care this time it's for my pain this time it's just for me this is what, I'd say to you if I thought that my words could ever hurt you but you are heartless i've come to figure this time is just for me a blank page is all you see
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